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Shouta Aizawa wasn’t a patient man, in fact most would call him very impatient man child, but today he would be patient. He sat in the small coffee shop near U.A, hidden in a booth that sat far away from other people, mainly annoying teenagers that insisted on screaming every word that spilled from their mouths. Some of the students he taught at U.A stared at him and his homely attire, wondering why he was sitting alone in a booth separated from the rest of the world. They would never know he was waiting on an old friend that he hadn’t seen in awhile– one year, four months, and sixteen days, but he wasn’t counting the days.

You were a pro hero, but on the other side of the country, and you were constantly busy, so you had little to no time to visit him. You both had met at U.A in your first year, and you’d been friends since, even if you had moved miles away. Shouta had been too lost in thought to notice that you had sat across from him in the booth, your head resting against your open palms with you elbows propped up, a sly smile gracing your lips. When he finally snapped from his thoughts, his eyes widened the slightest in shock before returning to their normal, half lidded gaze.

“When did you show up?” he asked, his voice low.

“About three minutes ago, but I wasn’t going to say anything until you realised I sat down,” you mused. “I have to keep my element of surprise, you know.”

Shouta scoffed, “Your element of surprise is yelling boo.”

You gasped dramatically, holding your hand to your chest. “I take offense to that!”

He chuckled at your antics, and you felt yourself smiling in return. You had missed this, and you especially missed him. You never had to nerve to tell him that you loved him, knowing that his response would send you into a deeper state of depression than the United States stock market in 1929. But today… today was the day you were going to confess your icky, sticky love feelings for that sarcastic bastard. You had thought about it long, you even asked his best friend Hizashi (Present Mic, that awful hero name you told him he’d regret) what you should do. Hizashi, in the most dramatic way he could, announced that you should of course confess to Shouta. He suggested a hot air balloon, but you thought that’d be too flashy.

“Now who’s the one staring off into space, hm?” the blacked haired man questioned, humor lacing his words.

“Whatever, mummy man. Or should I call you Eraser Head while we’re here?”

Shouta glared at you, “You can leave now.”

“Aw, don’t be like that! You know you love me! I sure as hell love you!” you gushed, leaning over the table and pinching his cheek.

Shouta smacked your hand away from his face before realization hit him. “What did you just say?”

Your eyes widened but you tried to cover your shock by coughing. “I said olive juice.”

Shouta shook his head, “No, I clearly heard ‘I love you’.”

You chuckled nervously and tried not to shake. “No, I said olive juice! You need to get your ears checked, mister!”

The scarf clad man narrowed his eyes, making you shiver. “I’m not playing games right now.”

You just had to slip it out, just as you both were having fun. You had already let the metaphorical cat out of the bag, might as well dig yourself into a deeper hole. With a deep breath and a level voice, you stated, “I love you, Shouta Aizawa. I’ve loved you since our third year at U.A and I haven’t had the guts to tell you. Just call me a pro wimp.”

You braced yourself for the oncoming barrage of disappointment, but all you got was a low hum coming from him. You raised your eyebrows and leaned forward, waiting for his response.

“Ok.” he said, looking at you with his dull irises.

Ok? That’s all you have to say?” you asked loudly. You were now more angry than upset.

“That’s all I have to say. I can’t recuperate the feelings right now, but in due time I might.”

That was… an answer you were not expecting. At all.

“So what are we going to do about all these feelings I’m holding in right now?” you asked, testing the waters.

“Let’s just sit here and eat whatever sugary shit they have and we can talk about it.”

You smiled, “I’d like that.”

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U.A, a prestigious school for those who knew that the field of hero was what they wanted, and the school helped fuel their need for it. You knew you wanted to be a hero more than most, but some made you feel like you didn’t want it hard enough. Others like Bakugou Katsuki or even Midoriya Izuku made you feel like your drive wasn’t hard enough, and as if you were unworthy of being there.

During your lunch break, instead of going to the cafeteria like your friends and other students, you headed towards the school rooftop to get some fresh air. The stairs to the roof seemed to drag on endlessly, each stair seemingly getting higher, and by the time you had arrived to the rooftop your legs were sore. Usually the stairs weren’t a chore for you, but today just seemed to not be your day.

The wind danced with tree limbs, making their leaves land onto the rooftop floor. You stepped to a bench and plopped down, putting your head in your heads. Man, you honestly just wanted to stay up here for the rest of the day; besides, it wasn’t like anybody would miss you in class. Deciding on skipping the rest of class, you laid down on the bench and closed your eyes. You raised an arm to shield your eyes from the sun and calmed your mind, waiting for your mind to shut down and fall asleep.

“Y/n! What are you doing up here? Class started twenty minutes ago!” A loud voice had waken you up from your dreamless sleep.

You didn’t respond, hopefully the person who had woken you up would realise you didn’t care and would leave. Heavy footsteps traveled to your sleeping frame and shook your shoulder, causing you to remove your arm from your eyes and blink haphazardly.

“Tenya, what are you doing? Go away,” you mumbled before closing your eyes again.

“As class representative, I have to remind you that tardiness isn’t U.A approved and could look poorly on resumes.” he spoke mannerly.

“As the person who shouldn’t even be at U.A, I don’t care anymore.” you announced, sitting up and staring at Tenya.

Tenya’s eyes visibly softened as he sat beside you.

“Why not? U.A is the best school for heroes in training, and you do want to be a hero, correct?” he questioned, turning his head to look at your frowning face.

“I do, but,” Were you really going to confide in Tenya about your feelings of inadequacy? It seemed like he was trustworthy, and it was possible you both had mutual feelings for each other, so… why not?

“It’s just that… what’s the point anymore? Being here just has made me realise that I really don’t belong here. Everyone has amazing quirks, they’re dedicated, and they sure as hell seem to want it way more than me.” you sighed, your eyes gathering tears. You didn’t want to cry, not in front of Tenya or even in general, but today just seemed like a good day for a crying session.

The glasses clad boy sat in silence for a moment, calculating a response. “You passed the entrance exam with flying colors if I’m correct.”

You thought for a moment before nodding.

“I’ve seen you do excellent work,” he stated. “Just because you don’t boast about yourself like others doesn’t make you less worthy of being here.”

“I guess you’re right,” you sighed. “I was just being over dramatic is all.”

He took your hands between both of his and squeezed. “Let’s go back to class, we can’t afford to waste any more time.”

You nodded and let him lead to back to class, his hands still grasping yours.

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You didn’t know how you got in this position, but you weren’t complaining. It all started with a conversation with Izuku; just a simple conversation that turned into a very pleasing result. Your hands were tied behind your back, the constraints being the tie to your bathrobe, and your eyes being covered with a random sleeping mask. Your naked back lay against the bed you and Izuku both shared, the soft blankets underneath made your placement comfortable, even with your hands tied.

Izuku’s eyes roamed your bare form and he could feel himself getting even more excited than before. Your breasts moved up and down with your breathes while your legs squirmed slightly, your thighs rubbing together, eager for his touch.
He chuckled before he hoovered above you, his arms taking most of his weight. Your head moved forward, trying to capture his lips with your own, but he moved his head as your lips brushed against his. You whined in response, “Kiss me, dammit!”
The green haired boy clicked his tongue, “Who’s the one in control right now?”
Before you could respond, he captured your lips in a soul sucking kiss. You immediately responded, your mouth opening and tongue traveling to find his. Izuku smirked into the kiss before grinding his clothed lower half against yours, making you gasp in pleasure. You tried escaping your binds, wanting to touch him, but it seemed the more you tried to get free the tighter they became.

Izuku broke the kiss and chuckled, “You know escaping would mean punishment, right?”

You didn’t care, though, you wanted to run your hands through those silky locks and scratch your nails down his smooth back. Before you could answer, Izuku started kissing his way down your neck. He stopped at the spot where your neck connects to your shoulder and started suckling the spot until it turned red.

“Don’t leave marks there,” you moaned. “It’ll be hard to cov-ah!” you stopped your rant as he bit where he had made his mark.
“I’ll do what I want.”

His mouth continued to make its way down your body, leaving hickies and bite marks as he got further. While his tongue was busy twirling around your right nipple, one of his hands trailed down your side and in between your legs. You moaned as his thumb connected with your bundle of nerves, your hips lifting off of the bed. Izuku’s forefinger started tracing around your entrance, coating it in your wetness before entering. He moved his head to the left breast while continuing his actions below, going at an aching slow pace. You stuttered out moans as his thumb rolled its way around your clitoris, and to add on to everything, he added his middle finger into you. Your arms struggled ferociously to liberate themselves from their entrapment, but he bit your nipple as a way to tell you to stop.

“Izuku, please!” you yelled, your lower half lifting with every thrust of his fingers.

“Please, what?” he asked, raising his head from your bud. You could practically feel his smirk.

“Fuck me! For the love of God, please fuck me!”

“If you insist.”

His fingers stopped their movements and he withdrew them, making you feel empty. You felt the bed bend with his weight as he sat on his knees to remove his underwear. You licked your lips in anticipation, you needed your release now.
Izuku took the head of his cock and rubbed it against your heat, hissing with pleasure. He didn’t warn you before he plunged into you, gripping your hips with a bruising strength. The bed creaked in agony as it hit the wall, adding into the sounds that were being made. His hips snapped against you; you felt so must pleasure that you couldn’t even make coherent words. One of his hands disappeared from your hip and to your clitoris, rubbing and toying with it.
Your orgasm was soon, the knot in your lower stomach was becoming tighter with every thrust Izuku delivered. Your throat was rubbed raw with the noises erupting from it so loudly, and your hands wanted nothing more than to grip scrap Izuku’s back until they bled.

With one final thrust, you blew your top. Izuku’s thrusts became unorganized as he chased his own orgasm, and he soon caught it. He exited you and released onto your stomach and thighs, panting.
Once you caught your breath, you sat up, waiting to be untied and the blindfold to be taken off. He untied you and took the blindfold off, and you got to see the light of day again. You rubbed your sore wrists and smiled wryly at Izuku. “Next time, don’t tie it so tight. I might have bruises.”

“You’ll have more than just bruises tomorrow,” he said.

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You had been teasing him all day, and you felt completely in control. Shouto’s normal calm, cool, and even distant personality was seemingly fading away as the day continued, and your relentless teasing had only grown. In the morning before class, whilst you and Shouto were talking in the classroom, you let your hand run down his chest. A bystander’s point of view would make it seem harmless, like you were catching yourself on him from laughing too hard, but with what you had in mind, it was far more dirty. Your nails had run down his chest in an antagonizing way, making sure they dug into his chest with a tiny smirk on your face.

Throughout the rest of the morning, it had been a never ending barrage of pokes, prods, pinches, and pulls. You figured by the end of the day his dick would actually explode, because even the slightest touch from you could cause his cock to harden.

The warning tone for lunch had sounded just before you could run your hand across his thigh. Smirking, you stood up and stretched before heading towards the door to go to lunch; making your boyfriend blush all day was a difficult task and you were hungry for the surprisingly delicious food the school had to offer. You and Shouto were last in line to leave the classroom, even your teacher had dipped before any of the students could. Just as you reached the door to exit, the bi-color haired boy grabbed your arm and yanked you back into the room. The door slammed shut, and the lunch hour had officially started.

You fell back into the boy’s hard torso, and you could feel yourself getting excited already. The hand that wasn’t gripping your arm ran along your side before stopping at your skirt’s waistband. Your breath was caught in your throat as the icy hand trailed underneath your skirt and into your panties.

“You just can’t tease me all morning and expect nothing in return,” Shouto whispered into your ear, making goosebumps appear on your body.

His fingers traced designs across your clit, making sure not to apply too much pressure. Your hips bucked so your sex could grind against his hand, trying to ease the ache between your legs. This was pay back for this morning, and you thought it would be less tortuous than this– this was just plain merciless.

He removed his hand from your panties much to your dismay and let go of your arm. Shouto then lead you to the door as he unzipped his pants and unbuckled his belt, letting the cloth fall to his ankles. His hands went under your skirt and yanked down your panties with ease before taking his cock out of his boxers and ramming himself inside of you.

Shouto’s hands went to your hips and hoisted you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. His pacing was normally slow and sensual, but now he was absolutely wrecking you; his hips snapping against yours so fast his balls slapped against your backside.

You were a moaning mess whilst your hands were running through Shouto’s hair and down his shoulders. He rested his head against your shoulder and his thrusting started to get sloppier and uncoordinated– he was chasing his own release before tending to you like he normally did.

Before either of you could come, he pulled himself out of you. He pulled his underwear and pants back up and fastened them back on his person before bending down and making you step out of your panties. He held a small smirk as he wadded them up and put them in his pocket.

“You better clean yourself up, lunch is almost over and I’m hungry.”

“What about my panties?” you screeched, pointing at his now full pocket. “I just can’t walk out of here without them! What if someone sees my naughty bits?”

He shrugged as he readjusted his pants to hide his now semi-hard erection. “You should have thought about that before playing your little games.”

You sighed as you fixed your uniform, making sure nothing seemed out of place.

“Are we going to sanitize the door at least? We did kind of just boned there.”

Shouto raised an eyebrow, “I just took your panties and you’re concerned about the door?”

“Hell yeah I’m concerned! And I can still see your raging hard-on, so you better take care of that before going out in public. Think about old ladies or something.”

“Or you can take care of it for me,” he suggested, his eyes already looking at your mouth.

“Will you give me my underwear back if I do this for you?” you asked.

“Probably.”

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Walking with your boyfriend through the park was all you wanted, but of course when duty calls Shouta has to leap into it. He had promised he’d be back, but that was thirty minutes ago. You understood the hero business, you were one yourself, but you were on a date and you knew for a fact four other heroes would be there.

So there you were now, sitting on a park bench under a tree, scrolling through a book on your phone. The sun was behind a couple of fluffy, white clouds so it wasn’t glaring down at you. Another flick of your finger, and another chapter later, he still hasn’t returned.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here?”

You turned your head to the left and... oh God he was pretty. Blonde hair, blues eyes, tall and tan. He was the epitome of a California surfer dude. You knew better to talk to him though, from his tone and choice of words; all he did was want to slither his way into your pants, not start a great friendship full of adventures. You just turned back to your phone and continued your book, hopefully Shouta would be back soon.

Ignoring him wasn’t the best of ideas, you guessed, because he sat beside you and started talking again. “I wouldn’t have thought you’d be the type to ignore someone.”

Sighing, you swiped your finger to turn the page and said, “Well that’s just how I am.”

“Are you also the silent type? Don’t worry, though, I can get you to talk.” he smirked, showing his perfectly white teeth.

This guy was cocky and it was annoying you. You kept your cool and replied with a dry tone, “I’m sure you can.”

You heard him grumble, “You’re such a prude bitch! All I wanted was to talk, and you’re being snotty!”

An annoyed smile graced your lips, and you were ready to end his life with some good old fashioned verbal abuse. You turned your head. eyes squinted with anger, and before you could unleash hell, Shouta’s figure could be seen walking towards you both. The annoyed smile turned into a gleeful smirk, “I am a bitch, but you wanna know a secret? I know a bigger bitch, and he’s not afraid to make people cry.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked.

“Who’s this?” Shouta asked, his monotone voice ringing through the scene.

“Oh, my new friend who just called me a prude bitch! Darling, meet... what’s your name?” you asked, sugar dripping from each word.

“I’m a sucker for new friends,” Shouta said sarcastically. “But this one doesn’t seem too pleasant.” The scarves around his neck started to rise, and the blonde boy’s eyes widened.

“What, you’ve never seen a quirk before?” Shouta mused, the scarves trailing towards the sitting guy.

The man stuttered and stumbled off of the bench, hurrying away from the both of you. The black haired man you called your boyfriend took the man’s seat beside you and threw an arm around back of the bench.

“Someone’s a little jealous,” you teased.

“Shut up and enjoy the park.”

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The moment he decided he loved you was your twelfth conversation. He remembered every conversation you both have had, but this one was the most important.

“You can be a hero too!”

“Hm, you think so?”

“Of course! It may not be flashy, but it’s perfect for you!”

Those words inspired him to do this best for himself, and if not for him but for you. You were the wind beneath his hard wings, guiding him to his goal and dream. You were there, even when he wasn’t.

“Thank you.”

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“Ok, since your mother is out of town, I gotta take you to work with me. Don’t be bothersome,” Your father, Shouta Aizawa, told his you as the both of you walked into school early Monday morning. You yawned and nodded, dragging your feet with fatigue as they made it into the building.

“What am I supposed to do?” you asked. “I didn’t bring anything fun to do for eight hours.”

Shouta rolled his eyes at you, you was just like her mother. “I don’t know, entertain yourself.”

“This is your fault for home schooling me until middle school.”

“No, that’s your mother’s fault, not mine.”

You groaned loudly, alerting Hizashi Yamada, AKA Present Mic of their arrival. The large haired man snuck up behind you and Shouta and alerted you both of his presence.

“Aizawa! Oh, and you brought my favorite person!” he yelled, picking you up and spinning around. You laughed and gripped his shirt, making sure you didn’t fall.

“Playtime is over, children. I have a class to get to.” Shouta plucked you from the blonde man’s grip and placed you back on the ground.

“You’re such a buzzkill,” you moaned, following your father and waving goodbye to Hizashi.

“And you’re loud.” he replied as you both walked up the stairs to the classrooms.

When the two of you had made it to the large door with ‘1A’ on it, you felt yourself roll your eyes. This school was horribly tacky, but you were most likely going to this school once you reached the proper age.

The door opened, and your father stepped in before you. You snuck a peek in before shuffling in behind Shouta and standing beside him. As we cleared his throat, hands immediately shot up. Shouta didn’t have time to call on someone before a girl with pink skin shouted, “Who’s that kid with you?”

“My kid.” he replied shortly. “Midterms are coming up an-”

“I didn’t know you had a kid!” she shouted, standing up in her seat to get a better look at you.

“Who’s the mom? Is she pretty? Do you have a picture?” another girl with short brown hair asked excitedly.

“No. You all need to make sure to study for midte-”

“Why’d you bring the little brat here? Doesn’t that thing have school?” a boy with ash blonde hair asked rudely.

“That’s a good question? Why isn’t your kid at school, Mr. Aizawa? Don’t tell me they’ve already graduated!” a blonde boy with a black streak said.

“It’s not that smart, look at it! It’s a small fry!” ash blonde boy said, pointing at you.

Your father looked down at you and raised an eyebrow, as if asking ‘are you going to say something?’ You blinked back at him, ‘yeah, they’re going to cry.’

“I’m homeschooled, you ingrate.” you glared at the ash blonde.

“Oh look, it speaks!”

“Bakugou, don’t be so mean!” the pink girl yelled from across the room.

“Yeah, Bakugou, they’re probably like ten years old, you might make them cry.” a girl with dark green hair and large eyes added.

“Don’t worry, by the end of the day, this Bakugou will be the one crying.” you said.

The class all ‘ooed’ except for the nervous green haired boy, the tall one with glasses, the boy with red and white hair, the rocky fish looking one, and the serious looking girl with large breasts.

You looked up to your father and whispered to him, “I hate your class.”

He looked down to you and replied, “Me too.”

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The subway was a dreaded place for everyone, including you, but it was public transportation and you were too cheap to buy a car. You and your boyfriend were on your way to visit an old hero friend of his; his injury was having a particularly bad day, so he was sitting while you were holding onto a handle a little ways away. You had your phone in your hand and was texting Yagi the whole time, grinning every time he sent you a funny picture of something.

A tap on your shoulder brought you away from your screen. You looked to your right, but the only thing you saw was a businessman talking on his phone rapidly. You turned your head to look behind you and spotted a guy in his mid twenties on his phone. A quick turn to the left only gave you the sight of an elderly woman with cat ears and whiskers. You held in the urge to squeal, the old woman was just so cute!

“Excuse me, miss,” the elderly woman said, her voice high and utterly adorable. “That young man over there keeps looking at you. Are you two together?”

You nodded happily, “Yes, we’ve been together for two years.”

She nodded and smiled. “My husband and I have been together for sixty years.”

The white haired woman started telling the story of how her and her husband, who’s name you now know as Akio, met. You were so enamoured by her words that you didn’t notice the young man behind you started to slowly lift up your skirt. You laughed as the woman, Kimiko, said that Akio had tripped into a fountain when he tried to propose.

Toshinori, on the other hand, noticed and immediately got angry. How dare someone even attempt to do that to you? The blond moved to stand up, but his side throbbed in pain. He ignored his agony as he asked the businessman if they could switch.

“And when Toshinori asked me to go out with him, he was a blushing mess! Oh, hello! I want you to meet this wonderful woman!” you gushed happily, gesturing to the cat eared companion you had made.

Toshinori smiled and greeted her, but was more concerned about the man behind you. He heard the shutter of a cell phone camera and he grit his teeth. The subway came to a stop and everyone started to exit. While you helped Kimiko off of the subway, Toshinori stayed behind and waited for the man behind you to stand. The cell phone that had taken the shot of your delicate area was still in his hand, and the pro hero ‘accidently’ bumped into him, causing him to drop the phone. He then proceeded to ‘clumsily’ stomp on the phone, shattering the device.

“My bad,” he shrugged as the man stuttered in anger. “All those panty shots are gone… such a shame. Well, I’ll be seeing you.” With a final step, he exited the subway and made his way towards you, smiling.

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The morning you woke up to get ready for work, you could already feel the dread that would come throughout the day. You had to slither out of your Shouto’s grasp, which already made your mood sour. Today just felt like a day to cuddle with your husband and watch terrible Lifetime movies. Sadly, though, you had to trudge to your day job where you taught at your Alma Mater, Yuuei. Being a language arts teacher wasn’t that bad, but dear God those kids took it out of you. Just the thought of the one kid who was just like Bakugou made you shudder in horror.

Of course you were right about the day being terrible. You were halfway to school when it had started raining, and you being yourself, you didn’t bring an umbrella. By the time you had made it into the building, you were nearly soaked and had to ask one of the teachers with a heat quirk to dry you and your clothes. To make matters worse, every teen you taught today just seemed to be riddled with as much angst as an ex MCR fan. They were awfully irritable, and you refrained from throwing them all out of the third story window.

By the time you got home, your nerves were shot and all you wanted was to snuggle up to your husband and have him describe in great detail about his day– anything to take your mind off of the terribly shitty day you’ve been having. You unlocked the front door and closed the umbrella you had borrowed from one of your work friends. The high feels adorning your feet were thrown in random directions and a loud sigh escaped your lips. As you tied your hair into a loose knot a thought ran through your fatigued mind; the couch seemed like a great place to sit– so that’s what you did. You sunk into the leather couch, your body turning into a somewhat gelatinous form. This was what Heaven felt like, you were sure of that.

“You look tired, rough day?” Shouto’s voice asked softly from behind you.

You didn’t bother answering, only nodding and closing your eyes. The seat on your right sunk with the bi-color haired man’s weight, and you immediately leaned into his side.

“All I want to do is be beside you and watch terrible movies.” you murmured, snuggling your head into his shoulder.

“How about a massage instead?” he offered, holding out his hand for you to take. You grasped onto the warm appendage and let him lead you to your shared bedroom.

He then commanded politely, “Take off your shirt and lay on your stomach on the bed.”

You did as he said, unbuttoning your shirt and flinging the dark colored cloth to the floor. You then eased your way onto the bed and on your stomach, stretching your legs and arms out to make yourself as comfortable as possible. Shouto moved about the room, collecting a lotion bottle and then sitting on the bed beside you. Your head lay against the soft cotton of your sheets and you felt Shouto’s hands unclip your bra without touching your skin. Then, the sound of the lotion being squirted into his hands graced your ears.

He rubbed his hands together and softly caressed your shoulders and slowly moving down your back. The hands you’ve come to love rubbed your sides, his fingers trailing over your curves as if memorising the way they dipped. You melting into his touch, and you nearly gasped in shock as his lips touched the back of your neck. You skin prickled at the new sensation, and a lazy smile appeared on your face.

“You’re fantastic at this, you should turn this into a business.” you murmured in content.

“The only customer I’d want would be you.” he responded in between kisses to your neck.

Shouto’s hands soon left your sides and moved to your lower back, where he slowly peeled your pencil skirt off and down your legs, leaving you in your red lace underwear. His mouth glide down your spine and his hands massaged your ass slowly. You choked out a moan as his hands made magic on your backside. He removed his hands from your ass and uttered in a deep voice, “Turn around for me, please.”

You did so, making sure to throw your bra onto the floor so it didn’t get in the way. Shouto licked his lips languidly before diving towards your lips, connecting his with yours. The action was slow and sensual, his tongue swirling around your own as his hand caressed your cheek. Your arms raised and your hands were sewn through his soft hair. He disconnected his lips from yours, the both of you panting slightly. He gazed into your eyes and smiled softly before kissing your forehead, your nose, and both of your cheeks before making his way down your neck. You leaned your head to the side so he could have better access to your neck, mewling whenever he left little love bites in his wake. He deliberately sucked on the base of your neck, your most sensitive spot, and a wanton moan escaped your form.

His hands moved back down to your sides and hips, rubbing small circles on them slowly, adding onto your pleasure. His blessed mouth departed from neck to your breasts, his mouth connecting to one nipple as one of his hands left your hip to show the neglected breast attention, pinching your bud between his thumb and forefinger.

Your mind wasn’t working at this point, the stimulation was making you horribly aroused. Your mouth parted and gasps of pleasure worked its way from your throat. Shouto’s head moved south, kissing his way towards your pelvis region.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said shakily.

He looked up from your lower body and breathed, “I want to.”

He removed your panties from your being and eased his hands in between your tightly pressed thighs, spreading them. He brought a finger to your quivering heat, smearing your wetness between his fingers.

“You’re drenched,” he stated. “Let me take care of this for you.”

He knelt down before your aching lips, his hands spreading your legs even farther for him. Shouto took one last glance at your flushed face before delving into you, his tongue already teasing your clit. Your hands desperately gripped the sheets, your knuckles white. He had barely touched you, yet you were acting like a filthy animal in heat.

His miraculous tongue lapped at your sex and you were on cloud 9. The hands that were holding your thighs moved; one ghosting its fingers across your stomach while the other hand moved towards your soaking cunt. His two fingers maneuvered their way into your hole, slowly thrusting.

Soon, your lower stomach felt as if there was fire pooling. You ground your hips against Shouto’s face, begging him to go faster. With a smirk, he moved faster than you expected, and you couldn’t control the words spilling from your mouth.

“Fuck, Shouto! Please go faster, please!”

He took your words in stride. His fingers picked up the pace, along with his tongue, and within a minute, you felt yourself coming undone. Harsh waves of intense pleasure ripped their way through your body. You moaned harshly, your lower body lifting off of the bed. Shouto moved away from your entrance, looking at you with a small smirk, wiping his mouth of any lingering juices.

“Do you feel any better?” he asked, crawling towards you to hold your sweaty, panting body to his chest.

“I feel fantastic,” you sighed happily. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“I love you too.” he replied, hugging you to his chest.

“Do you want me to take care of you, now?” you asked, feeling his obvious erection on your side.

“Don’t ruin the moment.” he chastised.

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On days like these, you wished you hadn’t been forced to follow in your father’s footsteps and become a villain. It wasn’t like you wanted to be one, in fact you wanted to be a pro hero for as long as you remember, but your father said otherwise and well… here you are, causing evil and hating every moment of it.

One thing you didn’t hate, though, was spending time with your boyfriend. He was a hero in training, and you felt like the cliche of ‘two lovers separated by’ blaugh blaugh blaugh. It didn’t feel like you were separated, and he made you feel like a normal teenager. He would take you on dates and would make you laugh; it was the real teenage experience you never thought you would have. Bakugou Katsuki made you feel like you weren’t a villain hiding from the law, and you loved that about him.

The two of you were in town, you obviously weren’t in your villain costume so you being recognized was slim to none. His hand was gripping yours tightly, either because he was nervous about someone recognizing you or he just didn’t know how to hold hands properly. A content sigh left your lips as you both strolled to an ice cream stand. The ash haired boy ordered for you, he knew your order like the back of his hand.

As you both ate your frozen dairy, you felt a sickening shiver run through your body. Your eyes glanced in every possible direction they could without making it noticeable. Somebody was watching.

“Katsuki, I think we should go back to your house,” you cautioned, throwing your half eaten ice cream in the trash.

“Why the hell would we do that? You were the one who fucking wanted ice cream.” he grumbled, finishing his cone.

“I know, I know, but I just think it would be nice to go back to your house and watch a movie or something.” you said with fake enthusiasm, already grabbing his hand and leading him away from the scene.

“What’s gotten into you, Y/n?” he asked harshly, swiping his hand away from your grasp.

“Nothing!” you assured. “I would much rather be at your house, you know? Just you, me, possibly your mom, and movies!”

“Whatever,”

Little did you know, Aizawa had seen the exchange and knew exactly who you were. He sighed as you and Bakugou left the populated area– if he was going to date a villain such as yourself, he should at least be cautious about it. Turning his head, Shouta continued his shopping as if he saw nothing. The kid would learn himself, he didn’t need some adult nagging him about it.

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The common room of Yuuei was relatively calm except for the random dance battles that happen, mainly because Denki and Eijirou were very competitive when it comes to break dancing. At the moment, though, no dancing was happening and the aura of the room made you feel at ease. Katsuki lay beside you, his head on your lap in a light sleep, while you played on your phone and listened to music. You had one earbud out so you could still hear the world around you as you zoned out into beating Candy Crush.

The relationship you had with Katsuki Bakugou was confusing, intense, and perfect. Your last relationship ended bad, with him ending up cheating on you with a close friend of his. You heard they broke up a couple of days ago, which may or may not have made you a little happy. What can you say– karma’s a bitch.

While you swiped your thumb to make matches, someone had slunk into the common room and walked towards you, their hands in their pockets. You looked up from your phone and glared at the figure standing in front of you.

“What do you want, Monoma?” you asked, your voice lacking any emotion.

He flipped his blonde hair out of his eyes and smiled. “I was in the neighborhood and wanted to say hi. What, am I not allowed to be in the common room of my own school?” his voiced hinted at his never ending sarcasm, which would make you laugh, but at this moment in time, it made you angry.

“That’s not what I’m saying, don’t twist my words.” Your eyes traveled down to the sleeping boy on your lap, making sure he hasn’t woke up from the dispute you were having.

“That’s what it’s starting to sound like, Y/n.” he shrugged with a smirk. “But you caught me red handed, I do have something to ask of you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Well then spit it out, Monoma, I don’t have all day to play the mind games you enjoy inflicting on others.”

He chuckled, “So hostile,”

“I’m serious! You just can’t come up to me, joke around, and expect me to be happy-go-lucky. If you need to ask me something, ask me. If not, please leave me alone; I really don’t want to see you right now.”

“Ok, ok, way to cut to the chase.” He leaned down to eye level, his face showing his trademark smile. “I want to get back together with you.”

You sputtered, “Excuse me?”

“Yes, you heard right, my dear. I miss your company, and I wanna date again.”

Before you could harass the blond haired wonder boy, Katsuki raised his head off of your lap and glared harshly at Monoma.

“Do you really expect Y/n to take you back? Are you a fucking idiot? Does stealing other people’s quirks make your brain function like a toddler who’s been waterboarded too many times? You were the one who went behind Y/n’s back, chased after your best friend’s ass like a damn dog in heat, and after you fuck her you dump her. Y/n isn’t a dumb broad who’ll go back to any shit stain who cheats on her.”

Katsuki was flared up, his fists were clenched and his eyes fiery. You inwardly smirked, but your face held a passive frown. You didn’t need anybody knowing you were eating Katsuki’s rant like candy. Monoma’s eyes shifted from side to side, seeing students stare at him being verbally assaulted.

“Get the fuck out of here before I make you wish your mom swallowed you.”

Monoma, strucken by insults and humiliated, left the room without a final glance to anybody. You looked at Katsuki, whose rage had simmered and he plopped his head back down on your lap. You smiled, looked down at your phone, and continued playing Candy Crush, even happier than before.

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You normally weren’t so frivolous with PDA, you and Shouta never did it because the both of you frowned on it; but in this moment, it was well needed. The two of you had just defeated a villain you had been chasing for weeks, and when you had turned him over to the authorities, you turned to Shouta and kissed him. Nobody was in the vicinity of the two of you, so you hoped he wouldn’t be uncomfortable… and he just looked so handsome in his hero costume.

Shouta didn’t return it immediately, but when he saw your eyes gleaming with happiness and pride, he gave in and kissed you back. Your hands laced through his hair and he pulled you closer, his hands on your lower back. A smile splayed across your face, this was amazing.

“Mr. Aizawa, what are you doing?”

You and separated, both of you turning to see his students, all awestruck at the development of their teaching being romantically involved with someone. A boy with spiky red hair you recognized as Eijirou gave Shouta a thumbs up.

“Good on ya’, Mr. Aizawa!”

“Oh my God, this is so embarrassing.” You pushed Shouta away and crossed your arms, trying to play off being caught kissing by a bunch of teenagers.

“You all have to the count of three to leave, or I expel every single one of you.” intoned Shouta, raising his goggles and staring at his students.

“Peace out, miss!”

“Touch her boobs, Mr. Aizawa!”

“Shut up, Mineta!”

You chuckled as they departed, “They’re an interesting bunch.”

“I’ll never understand how they can just show up out of the blue,” he sighed as he squeezed eyedrops in his eyes.
You shrugged, “Who knows, but they sure as hell keep things interesting.”

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You were a pro hero, dammit, not a teacher to some snot nosed teenagers. You knew Izuku was going to be in there, and that made you feel a bit better, but the rest you didn’t know. You knew Aizawa, or better known as Eraserhead, but barely. When he asked you about the opportunity, he, and you quote, asked, “Tell them about being a pro hero, they need to hear it from someone who doesn’t hound them every day.” At that you laughed at his face, but then your smile morphed into a horror-filed stare.

What makes him think you could tell these brats about being a pro hero? You had only been in the business for about a year, but you guessed it was because you were gaining attention fairly fast and they would appreciate being taught by someone who sat in their seats recently. You spent the whole night planning a lesson for them; telling them about your quirk, explaining how to get recognized and gaining the public’s attention (because let’s face it, if you wanna make money being a hero, you gotta’ be flashy for the public), and then a fun activity which involved hero trivia. You picked hero trivia because you knew Izuku would be the best at that, and you wanted him to show off his skills to his class.

The morning came and you dressed yourself in your hero costume you designed at their age, and you thought it looked nifty if you said so yourself. You designed it to match your quirk and give you a little fashion as well. The fire resistant fabric adorned your body from the nape of your neck to your ankles, and the arms ended at your wrists. The material on your neck was black and feather like, and it came down into a V shape, nearing the top of your breasts. The rest of the garment’s color was a blaze red that had an ombre effect into a fire orange, with the top being the red and the bottom orange. Gold knee high boots adorned your feet, adding an inch to your height. You were glad you quickly put black fingerless gloves to your costume sheet, because these gloves were bad ass. On you arms, feather like strands of cloth billowed with each step you took, the fabric colored to look like fire. Adding your beak like mask to your face, you were ready to teach these kids about shit you barely understood yourself. You made sure your hair was looking at its best before stepping out the door, locking it with the
Walking down the street in your hero costume was your favorite thing, because people would stop you and either ask for pictures or autographs.

Being a pro hero has its perks, and being in the spotlight was one of them. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. The trip to Yuuei was quick, and you held your special permission pass in your hand. Entering the school yard brought you memories of not studying and sleeping in class much to all your teachers dismay.

You waited by the entrance, waiting for Eraser Head to show up and lead you to his classroom. You may have graduated a couple of years ago, but the school was terribly large and you were sure you’d get lost like you did when you went here. When your eyes caught sight of the tired teacher, you walked to meet up with him.

“Hey teach’.” you nodded.

“Call me that again and you’ll be wishing your wings could actually make you fly.” he monotoned, making you smile.

You followed Aizawa up the flight of stairs, your memories from years ago flooding back. This was the staircase you had your first kiss, the break up that broke your heart, and where you and your friends pigged out. Ah, memories of eating food and crying made your heart simmer with nostalgia. The hallway was still the same, but you thought you saw scorch marks on the wall.

The class 1A door was still large and in charge, and the apathetic teacher was still looking at you impatiently. You directed your arm to the door, and with a teasing manner, you said, “You first, Mr. Aizawa.”

He rolled his eyes and opened the door, stepping into the air conditioned room before you. With one foot in front of the other, you put your hero face on and proudly walked into the room.

“Instead of first period today, you’ll be hearing from an actual hero about the job. Ask questions, be engaged, don’t wake me up.” And with that, Aizawa stepped into a sleeping bag and flopped onto the floor.

This was awkward. What were you supposed to do? Introduce yourself, that’s a start! You shook off any nerves you had and beamed.

“Hello, class,” you started. “I’m Phoenix Fire, the pyrokinesis hero! And just like you, I started my path to being a hero here!”

Nobody seemed to be interested in what you were saying; some looking off into space and others looking down at their notes. Well, if they wanted it to be interesting, they could have just asked. You raised a gloved hand and fire shot out. You conjured the fire into a tight ball and threw the ball into the air, making it float. That sure caught their attention.

“That, kids, is what practicing with your quirk can do. When I was sitting in those chairs, all I could do was shoot it out of my mouth like a dragon. Being a hero isn’t just about having the looks or the attitude, or even having a flashy quirk,” You looked the students over, gazing at Izuku for a moment before continuing the inspirational speech you hoped it would be. “It’s about the dedication you put into it. It’s about having the want and need to help others; putting away your fears and anxieties for the benefit of others. You may have a quirk that hoots and shoots out cupcakes, but if you just show it off without actually helping, then you’re as useless as a singular sock in the dyer.”

Your monologue ended, and the students finally began to ask you questions about being a hero, their curiosity peaked. Soon after, the bell chimed and the period had ended. You motioned for Izuku to come over to you as students left the room, eager to get their break from class. Once the classroom was completely empty, save the sleeping Aizawa, you stood beside the short teenager.

“How did I do?” you asked, wanting to hear what he had to say.

“Great, Y/n! It was amazing, and that speech! Did you plan that?”

You chuckled, “Nope, not at all.”

“I’ve missed you,” he said. “So does Mom. It’s weird not having you at home anymore.”

You sighed, “I know, me too. I’ve been meaning to come see you two, I swear I have. I don’t have any fancy excuse for not coming by, either, I just haven’t really thought about it. Don’t think I forgot about you though, because I haven’t, not in a million years.”

Arms wrapped around your shoulders, and you hugged your little brother back. This little dork was the best thing that ever happened to you.

“I could come by today and stay the night. We can stay up and watch movies like we used to.” you mentioned.

“I’d like that.” Izuku agreed.

You both let go of each other. You grinned at him with adornment, “It’s a date then.”

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Being quirkless wasn’t as bad as it seemed, you were like a rare animal, people just stop and wonder, ‘aww, how does it survive?’ Funny story, you don’t survive. Not having a quirk in this day and age was terribly stressful, because you’re very unlucky and have a terribly cocky mouth for someone who had trouble opening large doors. You and your boyfriend were walking through town, shopping for a birthday present for Hizashi, when Shouta received a phone call.

“I’ll be right back,” he said before wandering off, his phone pressed to his ear.

Now you could actually find something Hizashi would want. As you stepped out of the knitting store Shouta pointed out, you ran ran right into someone’s argument.

“Hikaru, just leave me alone! I’ve told you before, we’re over, now let me go!” a tall, tan skinned woman yelled. The man, Hikaru, held her by the arm tightly, refusing to let go.

Well, since you were right there, might as well put your nose where it didn’t belong. You puffed your chest, put on a brave face, and approached the much larger man with huff. His large, meaty hand had a hold of the woman’s arm, and you pried his hand off of her using all of your strength.

“I think she told you to piss off, and I’m pretty sure you at least have the comprehension skills of a five year old, so you should be able to understand that stop means to leave her alone.”

The pale man’s neck flushed with embarrassment, adding onto your internal victory. The woman shot you a thankful smile before hurrying off, leaving you alone with the brutish tower of a man. You awkwardly clapped your hands and pressed your lips together.

“Well, now that that’s settled, I should be going now. Um, you have yourself a gr- no. I hope you have a shitty day, because you don’t just man-handle women on the streets. Learn some manners before coming back into society, friend.”

As you turned around to leave, an idea of what to get Hizashi in your head, his hand shot out to harshly grip your shoulder. He flipped you so he could look at you.

“I don’t know where you get off of telling me what you just did--,”

He stopped speaking as a grungy looking piece of fabric wrapped around the back of his head. His hand released your shoulder as his eyes frantically looked to find what was happening to him.

“You really need to stop doing this every time I leave you alone for five minutes.” your boyfriend sighed, releasing the man from his quirk. The large man scurried away, leaving you with Mr. Broody.

You sheepishly smiled at Shouta, “Well, it’s kind of a long story.”

He rolled his eyes at you. “I’m sure it is. What is it this time? Did he try to steal someone’s dog?”

“No, actually. And that was one time, and it was a cute dog!

“You have to stop throwing yourself into shit like this, Y/n. I know you have a good heart and want to help, but sometimes you just can’t help.”

You bit your lip, but held your ground. “It’s because I’m quirkless, isn’t it?”

Shouta ran a spindly hand through his hair, his face now damper with the change of your tone.

“If you want the honest truth, then yes, it’s because you don’t have a quirk.” You sneered at his response, but he held up a hand to stop you before you said anything incriminating. “I don’t think you’re incapable of handling yourself, it’s just that whenever you go and pick fights, it’s with people who have fifty pounds on you. If you want to start shit, start it with someone who you could beat.”

That was oddly sweet. He was right, though. You did have a tendency to march up to the people who towered over you; but you couldn't help it! You only did it when those particular people were being douche canoes to other people-- you can’t just stand there and let them get away with it. And besides, it wasn’t like you went searching for it, it just popped into your face.

“What I’m saying is, is just be more careful. Your luck is fucking awful and your mouth runs faster than Usain Bolt. I don’t want to see your picture on a milk carton saying that you’re missing because you messed with some drug cartel.”

Shouta stood beside you and subtly hugged your side awkwardly.

“You just made your speech useless with that pathetic hug.” you smirked, nudging him with your side.

“I will lock you in the house if you don’t shut up.”

“Duly noted, mummy man, duly noted. Let’s go find that screeching cockatoo a present he’ll love!”

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The moment you invited Katsuki to your house, you knew you had to be careful. Your dad wasn’t a big fan of you dating Katsuki, and if he found out he was in the house, he would throw you in the closet and lock the door and you’d never see the light of day again.

When Katuski entered he immediately said, “This wasn’t what I was expecting.”

You rolled your eyes. “What were you expecting?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, something more than this.”

It was a respectable house. It was big enough for you and your dad, and the living room had a big T.V. and a huge, comfy couch. That couch had many memories of you and your dad watching Teen Mom and complaining about how these girls were stupid.

You showed Katsuki to your room, which you had to say was very nicely decorated. You had christmas lights and a tapestry on the walls, and your bed was big and soft. The two of you sat on the bed and he kissed you. The kiss got heavy fast, as it usually did with Katsuki, and you didn’t hear your dad coming through the front door.

“Y/n, are you home yet?” he called.

When he didn’t hear a response, but saw your shoes by the front door, he went to your room to investigate. You always responded when he called, and it was suspicious that you didn’t say anything back.

Shouta opened your bedroom door and found Katsuki and yourself tangled together, with Katsuki’s hands roaming your body and your hands in his hair. You spotted your dad, blank faced and standing in your doorway, and threw Katsuki off of you, sending him to the floor.

“What the fuck was that for?” he asked harshly.

“Bakugou, go home.” Shouta said flatly, his finger pointing to the front door.

Katsuki said nothing as he walked out of your room and out of the house, leaving you and your dad in a stare-off.

“Care to explain?” he started, coming into your room and sitting on your bed.

“Not really.” you flushed red and looked away from your dad. This was so embarrassing, you dad just caught you making out with your boyfriend. God, you would never hear the end of this.

“Good, because I don’t want to know.” You looked up at him in shock. “Just don’t let me see him here again, I don’t want him knowing where I live. If you do anything drastic, just use protection.”

“You’re so gross!” you grimaced, pushing him away from you. “Let’s just never talk about this again, hm?”

“Agreed,” He stood up and leaned against the door frame. “Want to watch Teen Mom while I grade papers?”

You smiled and jumped up from your bed. “Of course.”

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It happened at least once a day, and you figured you would have gotten used to it by now, but that wasn’t the case. Even at a school like yours, very exclusive, there were bullies. You could take care of yourself, you always have, but this male was relentless to make your life shitty. This guy just loved picking on the token deaf kid.

As a result of gaining a quirk, you lost your ability to hear. You guessed since your quirk was very enhanced sight, even being able to see through walls and far distances, your body had to make up for it. It wasn’t so bad, you’ve gotten old enough that you don’t remember being able to hear, and sign language was awesome!

Your first friend you made in the general department of Yuuei was a boy with distressed hair and lazy eyes. He knew sign language and you both became fast friends. Shinsou and yourself soon became an ‘item’ and the rest was history. Well, not really, you and him had only been together for three months so it’s not really history.

Shinsou strolled beside you, neither of you making any public displays of affection, as you both made your way to the cafeteria. Nobody really knew you were together, seeing as you both didn’t like others in your personal business. Just behind you, the kid who’s been making your school days a living hell, stalked behind. His tall legs skittered towards the two of you, and once he made it behind you, he strongly placed his hands on your shoulders, making you jump and inhale in shock.

You turned around and frowned deeply, seeing Shinji walk away with a triumphant skip in his step. You went to turn around and continue your way to the cafeteria, but Shinsou caught your elbow and made you face him.

‘Do you know that guy?’ he signed, his eyebrows furrowed.

Your eyes shifted from his face to the ground. Shinsou didn’t know about Shinji and his teasing, and you really didn’t want him to know now.

‘He’s just a friend.’ you signed back, not making eye contact.

Shinsou frowned, ‘That didn’t seem like a friendly gesture to me.’

‘That’s just how he is, just drop it and let’s go eat.’

‘I’m not dropping it, that’s not something you do to people.’ His fingers moved with vigor.

You shrugged, ‘Like I said, that’s just how he is. I’m hungry, can we just go?’

‘I know you don’t want to tell me about your bully, but I know it’s happening and know I know who it is. Next time I see him near you, I’m not going to sit there and let it happen.’

‘Ok, Thank you, Shinsou.’ You hugged him tightly, even though you knew he wasn’t a fan of PDA. He was just going to have to get over it for right now.

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“So you decided our first day, the one that’ll be forever planted in my memory, should be… this?” you questioned Denki as you wandered around the mall, his phone in his hand and a Pokemon hat on his head.

“Don’t be so bum, Y/n, it’s the perfect date idea!” he boasted as you passed a Hot Topic. “You were the one who suggested it, anyways!”

“I think you’re lying, I wanna see proo- Oh my God, look, It’s a Charizard! Quick, we have to go catch it in the name of team Instinct!” you took Denki’s hand and lead him to the middle of the mall, where a Charizard was waiting for you to capture it.

You both looked ridiculous– you both were decked out in yellow clothes to show your loyalty to team Instinct with Pokemon hats on; people probably cringed at you all. Neither of you cared, you were having fun and that’s all that mattered.

Denki handed you the phone, you were the one who had the magic touch with catching Pokemon. As you pulled up the app, a couple dressed in red stood across from you and Denki.

“It’s the Charizard we were looking for!” the girl cheered, tugging her boyfriend’s arm in excitement. She held the phone tightly in her small hands while her large boyfriend gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up, smiling brightly.

Denki brought his hand to your ear and whispered, “What are we going to about the love birds over there?”

Your eyes narrowed in competitiveness, you were not going to lose this Charizard. “I got a plan.”

“And what’s that plan? I hope it’s what I’m thinking.” he snickered while looking at the pair.

“That plan, my fellow Instinct member, it us winning this duel.”

You walked forwards, phone in your hands, ready to catch the fire type pokemon with your expertise. The girl, no longer distracted by finding the flamed beast, noticed you and met your stride. Denki strolled behind you with his hands in his pockets, grinning.

The girl was shorter than you and fairly small, if this came down to a fist fight you could totally take her. Her black hair was pulled back into a messy bun and a small red flower was placed behind her ear. You could use that flower as a weapon probably.

“Sorry, this Charizard is ours and officially a member of team Instinct.” you declared confidently, standing tall.

“You’re mistaken,” she started. “This Charizard is a proud member of team Valor, and is ours.”

Her boyfriend stood beside her and and nervously asked, “Can’t we just let them have this one?”

“No, Kenta, this is ours!” she gritted out, lightly pushing him aside and holding the phone even tighter.

You shrugged with a smirk. “I don’t know, maybe you should listen to him, because this is ours and there’s no fighting it.” Behind you, Denki yelled an assuring ‘Yeah!’

She scoffed, “We’ll see about that.”

The battle was on, and you were aiming to win. Denki placed his hands on your shoulders and gave a very good pep talk before stepping behind you again, ready to intervene if necessary. You looked at the screen and swiped, throwing virtual pokeballs at the also virtual Charizard with vigor.

“Get in the damn ball!” you screamed loudly, causing others to look at you.

Across from you, the girl was fuming, literal steam was rolling off of her tiny frame. You ignored the irrelevant Charizard stealer, focusing your energy in capturing your prize. With one pokeball left, this was the final countdown. You swiped, and the pokeball landed on the orange beast.

“Get in, get in, get in.” you chanted quietly. You shut your eyes, not wanting to see the end result.

“We got it!” hollered Denki, who started shaking you violently.

“We got it?” You looked down and saw that you indeed had caught the Charizard. “We got it! In your Valor faces!” you shrieked, having a very extravagant victory dance.

With one last hoot, you and Denki power walked away, as you both saw mall security speeding towards you. As you hurried towards the exit, you looked at Denki with adornment. “Best date ever.”

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“Work it, bitch!” you hooted at Shouto as he stepped out of his house.

You weren’t ashamed of shouting profanities at your boyfriend, you were sure he loved it. You both were going to a concert for a date, and you didn’t want him to stick out like a sore thumb, so you took it upon yourself to dress him; if he were to go to this concert dressed like he normally did, he wouldn’t be let in.

He looked damn good if you said so yourself; the black Green Day shirt, paired with black ripped jeans and a red flannel tied around his waist made him look delicious. You quickly took out your phone and snapped a picture.

“Can we not make this a huge thing?” he asked, knowing your love for taking pictures and sharing them.

You scoffed, “Of course this is a big deal- I mean look at you! You’re hot and that look says you know that you’re hot and you’re going to use it to your advantage.”

He rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers between yours. “No pictures, promise me this.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder. “I’m not promising anything.”

Little did he know, you asked Mina to sneak in the bushes and take pictures of him when he walked out of the house. That was the best money you ever spent. “Can we at least take a picture together before we leave?”

He nodded, and you swung your phone out and held it in front of you both, making sure the angle was flattering to both parties. “Say Green Day!” you said as you smiled for the camera.

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“I hate the outdoors.” you said as you placed the white blanket on the grass, shaking a few times to get the wrinkles out.

“I hate your complaining.” Shouto retorted, placing the basket filled with food onto the blanket.

You sat down on the blanket, already thinking about the creepy-crawlies that are lurking in the grass beside you. A low buzzing startled you and you quickly whipped your head to the side to swat a wasp away from your person. “I’m serious, Shouto, I hate being outside.”

The bi-colored haired boy shrugged as he pulled a bag of chips out of the basket. “It was my turn to pick the date, and I wanted to go on a picnic. I had to deal with watching the Emoji Movie, Y/n, at least pretend to like this.”

You pointed your finger at him, “We both agreed on that movie for irony!”

Shouto opened the chip bag and popped on into his mouth. He swallowed the potato product before answering. “But still.”

Crossing your arms, you scoffed. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it. I heard you laugh.”

He sighed, “Let’s not argue about the Emoji Movie, please.”

You motioned for him to pass the basket so you could pull out a bottle of water. After you chugged half of the bottle, you moved to sit beside your boyfriend. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you smiled and said, “No more arguing, I pinky promise.”

His hair tickled your forehead when he rested his head against yours. “I believe you.”

“But for the record,” you started. “I counted the times you laughed at the Emoji Movie. Three whole times.”

“Why can’t you let me enjoy things.”

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“You really don’t have to do this,” you whispered to your brother as you stood behind the church doors, ready to walk down the aisle.

Izuku sniffled, wiping his eyes on his shirt sleeve before wrapping his arm around yours. “I want to.”

Your heart filled with heavy lead. You turned your head, looking at your brother, tears filling yours. You unwrapped your arm from his and turned your body to face him.

He was a man now. He grew to a solid 5′8, his shoulder broadened out and his hair was well groomed. The only thing that remained the same about him was his emotions, and the tears running down his cheeks reminded you that he was the same little boy you grew up with.

“I…” you paused, choking on your words. The lump in your throat let you know it was there, ready to make your voice crack. “I’m so happy you’re here right now.”

Izuku’s cheeks tinted pink as he rubbed his eyes clean of tears. “I’m sorry Dad couldn’t make it.”

Flashes of your dad ricoshae in your skull, and small tears dripped from your eyes. Izuku quickly wiped them away. “Don’t cry, Y/n, it’s your wedding day. Shouto wants to see a happy bride.”

“I know, I know,” You smiled weakly. “I just wish he were here right now. But you’re all I need.”

With a bone crushing hug, you both settled yourselves. The music inside the church started, and your heart raced. Izuku’s hand gripped yours before he let go, making sure your arm was wrapped around his correctly. As the doors slowly opened and you and your brother walked down the aisle, you saw Shouto’s normally passive mouth lift.

The flower girl, one of Shouto’s little sisters, threw the last petal and sat down with the rest of Shouto’s siblings. Tokoyami stood beside your husband to-be as his best man, while opposite him Tsu shuffled around slightly, her being your maid of honor.

The priest, a family friend, asked Izuku, “Do you take this woman to be with this man?”

Izuku’s hold on your arm tightened as he said, “I do.”

As he let of your arm, a quiet whisper escaped your lips. “I love you, Izuku.”

Chapter Text

It was one of the first days of summer, a couple of days before the U.A. training camp began. You and Izuku had been dating for three months, the both of you spending any free time within those three months together. It’s been the greatest three months together, you both have learned and experienced many things together.

Today, it being one of the hottest days so far, decided that going in an airconditioned building would be a million times better than melting in the sweltering heat. Izuku had texted you the day before and asked if going to the local aquarium would be alright with you, and you screeched happily before replying a calm, ‘Yes, I would love that’ in return.

“So, darling boyfriend of mine, what do you want to see first?” you asked, moving your hand so it could be holding Izuku’s.

He smiled lightly, glancing at you before back at the directory map. “How about the stingrays? I’ve heard that we can touch them.”

You nodded happily, your hair bobbing with every nod. “Sounds good to me, lead the way, good sir.”

The short boy led you by the hand to the stingrays, where they chased each other through the shallows pools of the exhibit. Your fingers traced the slimy backs of the rays while Izuku’s eyes followed your every move.

You beckoned him closer to the exhibit, the hand that wasn’t busy petting stingrays grabbed his arm. “Come touch them, they feel weird.”

“I don’t want to touch them if they feel weird.” he commented, eying the rays nervously.

You backtracked, “They don’t feel weird, it’s like touching a wet plastic ball.”

He raised his eyebrows, brushing your hand off of his arm. “That’s an odd way of describing something.”

Reluctantly, his scarred hand reached into the water and grazed one of the stingrays that had come close. Izuku almost pulled his hand back if it weren’t for you telling him it was fine.

Soon after your boyfriend had become close friends with the stingrays, you pulled him away to venture further in the aquarium to your favorite area.

The carpeted floor starting sloping down and the large fish tanks began looming over the both of you. The fluorescent lighting decreased into a near pitch black, both you and the boy beside you were the only ones daring enough to trail down here at the moment.

“I’ve never been down here,” Izuku commented, looking around to each side. “What’s down here?”

You smiled, your body at ease. “Just watch.”

Lights blinked one by one, and soon the two of you were enveloped in a multitude of lights. Jellyfish swayed and flashed, leaving the two of you in awe. No matter how many times you go down here, every experience is different.

Izuku looked to you, your mouth agape in sheer amazement and your eyes bright with excitement. His hands started to sweat and he swallowed harshly. He slowly took his hand from yours, wiped it on his shorts, and then brought it up to your face. Gently he pushed your face towards his.

“What is it?” you asked, gazing at him.

He didn’t answer, his eyes merely flickered to your lips and then back to your eyes. Catching the memo, you smiled and decided to take it from there. You leaned in, your lips grazing against his before you leaned back.

Izuku’s face was flushed red and his breath wavered. Suddenly he brought his lips back to yours and in a frenzy, his arms wrapping around your shoulders and bringing you closer.

You eagerly kissed him back, smiling into the kiss. You’ve been waiting for this for months. He was so fickle with anything intimate, he stuttered and blushed a bright red the first time you hugged him.

This, however, was a new Izuku. and you were happy.